Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"Welcome everyone to the live broadcast of the Winter Festival competition, tonight marks the last evening of the contest, as well as the day for the award ceremony and curtain call..."

The bustling scene with lively crowds was captured by the camera as it followed an Autonomous Unit swooping into the venue. It dove through the cheering and waving ocean of hands, then the camera turned, focusing on the entwined red and blue lights in the center of the hall.

Two young girls, one in red and the other in blue, stood back to back, reminiscent of the two wings of a butterfly. They spiraled back up into the air, then descended to stand at the center of the stage. Shortly thereafter, a clear chorus of voices rose, beneath them the giant disk of the ground blossomed with patterns of roses outlined in red and blue, followed by fireworks shooting up.

This was the final group match, with the contenders being Edith Academy and Swarm's Reign Academy. Although the members of both groups already knew the answer, this competition was more about coordinating with the two Songstresses, serving as the chorus and notes in this grand performance.

The members of both teams intertwined in the night sky, like red and blue meteors crisscrossing around the two central girls, continuously spiraling until they gradually landed on the ground.

The battle continued, but it resembled more of a friendly match, as the participants aimed for a harmonious and peaceful conclusion.

In the end, the lights went out, and Prin handed a bouquet of warm red Flame Roses to Tilan, passing the stage to the sole Songstress bathing in the spotlight.

"The winner of this year's Winter Festival group match finale is—Edith Academy!"

The emcee's voice rang out as spots of stardust fireworks rose around the periphery of the venue, dotting the sky, with the interior becoming a sea of cheers.

The era of Saint Yingo had ended. Although no one announced it, on this night, the brilliance of Edith Academy completely overshadowed that of the once-first-ranked of Four-leaf Crystal. Both online and in reality, the frequency of discussions about Edith grew while all things Saint Yingo seemed to stay in a bygone era, feeling outdated and outmoded.

The human heart is a curious thing; although it can't directly change material reality, it constantly influences the behavior of reality.

At this moment, it was still the end of the year, and the general public didn't feel it deeply. But come the next year and in subsequent years, as new students made their academy choices, the balance had already shifted in their minds.

Certainly, in the past, Saint Yingo had the edge in educational resources. Yet, the true reason it had long occupied the number one spot was due to its superior student intake, the first choice for many. Only after it had made its selections would other academies have their chance.

While the official ranking of the academies had not been updated promptly, in the societal evaluations within the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain, the positions of the two began to slowly swap.

The Winter Festival competition concluded, on the stage of the closing ceremony, specks of delicate light shone down. As the gentle prelude sounded, the previously cheering venue gradually quieted down.

"walsyuke ena weivel

The dawn's curtain reveals chirping birds

naglita idie fidou

In the blue sky, the clouds like cotton drift on the swaying grass"

A golden-haired Elf girl with a youthful appearance stepped lightly onto the stage. Golden strands of hair shone like rays of dawn; carrying a simple white dress in her hands, she tiptoed and twirled on the stage, leaving sprouts of lush greenery wherever she went.

letarlulu epdida

Fruit from the bread and milk tree

marlu syzua valan kya

Enclosed by tenderness, the voice of a clear morning

The simple, repeating piano notes, like morning dew, fell drop by drop. Another girl's singing voice emerged, and finally, a large tree at the center of the stage was lit up. Below it, the girl gently pressed a hand against her chest, her other hand slowly rising. The light breeze teased the faint red flowers in her hair that adorned her pale blue, gem-like eyes.

aguu syzna towneila

The glistening, transparent fish leap vivaciously

kaa fuuna lenewkho lerra shyfuni

Stones that slightly sting yet create a wonderful sensation

On the high stage, the Elf girl continued her dance along the edge. Each light leap followed by a gentle landing, the pure white hem of her dress outlined the flow of air. Her youthful figure, flawless complexion, and innocent smile transported people into a distant fairytale.

guhate lata tanna hyuwa

For this world always shows me new views

qualyia canal nyui crockennat

The young beast that once cried, now lives with strength

The lights shifted to another Songstress perched atop a tree branch, revealing her figure. She was dressed in a dusk-orange gown, her floating ribbons resembling flowing flames, her voice carrying a hint of sprightliness and resilience, with a touch of innocence shrouded in sweetness.

riulii shyanatu iin veainda

The branches that run and stretch far and wide

eno clowlu danan floda inna iin veainda

Feeling the force of life surge forth

liriye felma lu bannida

Every day brings new vistas

The song continued, but now flanking the previously solo dancing Elf girl were two fiery red foxes. Their fur transitioned from orange to warm red, their leaps resembling flames at the girl's feet.

gilti syaum li skailra orchelia luoif nooi

Incomprehensible tongues and glinting gems, carrying odd instruments in hand

lisyul skaxi doula

Eager to learn of all manner of things

The soothing, prolonged tones unfolded, the voice slightly matured, yet comforting and nostalgic. Another Songstress with emerald hair appeared in the halo of lights, perched at the very top of the tree. Dressed in a white, classical long gown, with dainty serpentine clips at the edges of her hair, her full, mature figure gave the impression of the grown-up sister next door.

earcach vwie soufu syzukel

The moon's blanket hums with the sound of insects

alre rios ckyan nuqanoi

Stars like lanterns descend on the night path

The three Songstresses sang together, their voices uniting as specks of light scattered across the night sky. The stage began to sprout a variety of flowers, grasses, and small shrubs.